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Coffee
Ian had two passions: firearms and coffee. While on a job nothing relaxed him more than one hand resting on his pistol, the other clutching a steaming cup of coffee. He’d down it like water, even the horrid sludge he’d had at the LA FBI building.
When Colby handed him back the green mug he’d picked up, recently rinsed and full of
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